She again went into the kitchen, exerting effort to carry the ready basin of dough. Having sold for so long, she almost knew exactly how much dough was needed - not too much nor too little, perhaps leaving only two unsold at the most. As she came out carrying the basin of dough, planning to put it on the tricycle, her hand suddenly felt lighter. Looking up, it was Jian Zhiqing. He was already dressed neatly, and she didn't even know when he had woken up - it was just past five o'clock.
"Brother Jian, why did you get up so early?" Qin Xiangnuan was surprised by Jian Zhiqing's routine. Even if he had to go to work early, it couldn't be possible to wake up before dawn, right? Other than farmers who needed to work in the fields during summer, the only ones rising early were small business owners like them who sold breakfast.
"I just woke up, anything else we need to bring?" Jian Zhiqing had already rolled up his sleeves, not wearing that woolen coat, making him look much more agile.
